The Revolution At Market-Hill (Jonathan Swift Poems)
From distant regions Fortune sendsAn odd triumvirate of friends;Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,Where never yet a codling ripen'd:Hither the ...
From distant regions Fortune sendsAn odd triumvirate of friends;Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,Where never yet a codling ripen'd:Hither the ...
_"From his honoured friend, William Davenant"_Poet of mighty power, I fainWould court the muse that honoured thee,And, like Elisha's spirit, ...
I WISH I'd never gone to board In that house where I metThe touring lady from abroad, Who mocks my nightmares yet.I ...
Pocula Janus amat-et Febrius, algeo clamat;- Martius arva colit-Aprilis florida prodit- Ros et flos nemorum Maio sunt fames amorum- Dat Junius foena-Julio resecatur ...
Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient willThrough years one hair's-breadth on our Dark to gain,Who, from the stars he ...
I Take thy name on Fames bare word (Sir Knight) I know thee not; yet sweare I think th' art right Because ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
The Story of Ill May Day, in the reign of king Henry the Eighth, and why it was so called; ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
Who flees the regions of the lower mind,Where these distempers breathe on every wind:Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate,Old snarly spleen, and ...
To hold a station on the trembling earth, To weary time with looking at our names-- This is the lust ...
Methought upon the tomb-encumbered shoreI stood of Egypt's lone monarchal stream,And saw immortal Memnon, throned supremeIn gloom as of that ...
349I had the Glory-that will do-An Honor, Thought can turn her toWhen lesser Fames invite-With one long "Nay"-Bliss' early shapeDeforming-Dwindling-Gulfing ...
They bear, in place of classic names, Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games In ...
I had the Glory -- that will do -- An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite ...
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
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